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Sunday, June 5, 2011

Four Days

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But even a momentous event such as the last day of school doesn't block out a story like this: A guy named Wiener's wiener. I'm talking, of course, about Anthony Wiener, the Democrat congressman who sent a picture of his badonkadonk to some teenage girl via Twitter. Whoopsies. He denied it up until today, when he finally broke down and admitted his account was not hacked, and he did take a pic of his schlong. Now, I'm not putting this picture on my blog, because to do that, I would have to Google image the phrase 'Wiener's wiener'. And I don't think anyone would like the results of that one.
This story is comic gold. It's a guy named Wiener (which is funny enough on its own) who took a picture... OF HIS WIENER!!! I can't stress enough how much self-control it's taking not to rampage on and on and on and on and on with an endless barrage of jokes and puns. But after the 'King Tut's Penis' series, I'll stay off that general topic.
Sarah Palin is a moron. Wait, that bears repeating-- Sarah Palin is a moron. She's not sure if she's going to run in 2012, so she decided to go on a cross-country bus tour in this ridiculous thing:
That scares the s*** out of me. It is, literally, a Magical Mystery Tour Bus. LOOK AT IT! It's ridiculous. Apparently, this is 'not a campaign bus', but we all know that's bs. The point of it is, supposedly, to focus on the history of America. That's why she said Paul Revere was riding to warn the British.
Look, I can't talk about this. Literally, I can't talk, I have a cold. But if I continue to type on this subject, the bile in my bloodstream might catch fire.
I'm very adamant about this.
Sayonara, capybara!

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